Grandma, I’m sorry. I do like to talk to you, but you must be
way ahead of all I have to say, or you wouldn’t always tell me to
heed. Like, they all say you left, but you never told me where to,
so I guess it must be a place we all know.

Grandma, there is so much I don’t know, so guess what I want to
do when I grow up. I want to tell people things they don’t know,
show people things they can’t see. That must be fun every day. One
day I might find out where you went. When I do, may I tell people
to come with and visit you?

Grandma, I miss you so much. Especially when I see my unnamed
cousin, I remember how you often say to me that you’re old. I want
to say to him too, I feel I’m old too.